Tuesday, November 15, 2011

profiles warning bee

Profiles in an oak against the evening sky.

I hear a tinkling sound from the wilderness of the neglected garden next door. It is a cat stalking in some shrubs and long grass. The bell on its collar warns its prey. Cruel to the cat whose nature is crossed? Or to the birds who are alerted?

A bumble bee, this morning, unaware that it is mid November, hovers round the spent flowers of a lace cap hydrangea, while the last dead leaves of the lime tree over the lawn flutter to earth.

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Compasses

Following their Handbook for Explorers collaboration on the Compasses site (link below), Lucy Kempton and I are working together on a new venture, Questions. This is a series of poems submitted by each of us alternately, and prompted in the case of each poem by the previous poem and a new question. It is a process of adventure and discovery. Join us for the ride.http://www.compasses-lucyandjoe.blogspot.com/